You hear a crash, and feel the weight of the seat above you crash into your back. You can only let out a stifled groan before you hear one more crash. You can’t feel your legs. Or your torso. They are no longer attached to you. Your vision goes black.

You try to push through the crack in the door, only to be pulled back. Your body turns in his hands, and you come face to face with the hollow mask. You feel a pressure around your neck that only grows.
You hear a crack, and are only barely able to feel your neck caving in before your vision goes black.

You run under the bleachers, positioning yourself on the floor in a way in which you can only hope you aren’t able to be seen. You watch through the cracks of the steps as you see the figure walk closer, until his feet stop directly in front of you.

You sprint to the blocked exit door and quietly begin to push and shove the equipment away. You hear loud footsteps grow closer from the hall outside. Your pace quickens. As you frantically remove the equipment from the blockade, the footsteps from the hall match the pulse in your ears. You hear the gym door slowly creek open.

You run into the gym and close the door behind you with a loud slam. Shit. You need to hide. Quick. You look to the exit to see it barricaded by gym equipment. Beside it, the bleachers are still out from the last pep rally.

You stumble to your feet and run down the hallway away from the figure. Looking for any kind of exit. As you sprint through the hallways, your eye catches the gym door slightly ajar. You run inside, hoping for a place to escape

You watch the janitor fall to the floor. His head tilts away from his concaved neck.

You can only watch as it approaches the janitor.

You duck behind a trashcan nearby, able to watch as the janitor, ready to fight, takes out a large hunting knife from a holster on his side.
The janitor glances to where you’ve hidden. You can see the uncertainty as his voice trembles. “Don't worry son, I can still take ‘em.”

You don’t want to be in this place any more than you already have to. You start to worry about where your parents must think you are. It’s time to leave.

You look at your desk and see your class notes. You can pinpoint the exact moment you stopped paying attention and started to doodle. Your history notes cut off as a crude drawing of a robot takes up the rest of the page, the ink slightly smudged from the results of your nap.

You look around and spot the moonlight seeping in from the window. You’re known for sleeping in class, but you’ve never slept in this long. Usually the janitor would at least wake you up, but he hasn’t gotten to this room, yet it seems. Wasn’t the first time that a student has been left well past the end of the day. Not a problem.

You think to yourself. The Janitor must be still cleaning. You probably need to just find the exit and then go home.

You make your way to the bathroom. You walk in and look around. Looks about what you would expect. Just the same old school bathroom just... darker. You glide your hand along the sinks, they’re all a little sticky. Ew.

You leave the bathroom.

You open the classroom door and enter an all too familiar hallway. Lifeless and empty the hallway now has an eerie silence to it in contrast to its usual bustle. Purple lockers span the sides as various school club posters hang above them.

The hallway is dark, only illuminated by the small amount of moonlight coming through the door windows, and the red EXIT sign at the end of the hallway. You should go to the exit and find your way home.

You try to push the door open. It shifts slightly but feels stuck. Usually the door is locked overnight to keep people away from all that expensive equipment. You think you should leave. You should keep moving. You wouldn’t want to break anything, would you?

Your name is Ben. A senior at LF high, you have made quite a name for yourself in the last 4 years. You’ve had many achievements on and off the field. A model student, the perfect life. You wake up and slowly lift your head from your desk. You look around to find that your fellow classmates and even your teacher seem to have left already. You must have slept through your last period. The class was never very exciting anyway.

You turn left and keep running. The lockers stretch on and on, further than you can see. You start to get dizzy.

You turn left and keep running. The halls line with lockers. Too many lockers.

You turn left and keep running. Lockers and locked doors pass you by.

You begin to run as fast as you can down the hallway. You hear footsteps behind you grow faster and faster.
You come to an intersection of hallways.

You turn right and keep running. More Lockers, more doors.

You turn right and keep running. Lockers and locked doors pass you by.

You turn left and keep running. More Lockers, more doors.

You turn right and keep running. You start breathing heavy, you’re tired, but not too tired to stop.

You try the door again with a little more force. It shifts, you hear a snap, but it stands its ground. What were you expecting? You should LEAVE.

You come to your senses and leave.

You step back and ram your shoulder into the door. You hear the lock snap and the door swings open. You look at the damage you did. You could probably get away with it if you leave now.

You leave. Hopefully nobody saw you do that.

You’ve already broke down the door, what’s the harm in looking around too! You walk into the computer room. It’s even darker than the hallways, and cold too. You walk through the room scanning each computer, each one covered in a layer of dust. You can’t recall the last time you were in this room, or remember anyone in this room for a matter of fact. As you walk through the room you notice one computer by itself.

This room is boring. Who uses computers anyway? Nerds do.

If someone’s been here, someone can come back and catch you. You leave quickly.

You approach the lone computer. It’s not as dusty as the others. You can barely see any dust at all. Piles of papers and books surround it. You glance at the papers and can’t even begin to understand what’s on them. You feel warmth as you pass your hand by the screen. You go to touch the monitor and flinch back. It’s hot. Someone was just here.

You go to turn the computer back on. The fans whir and the screen begins to light up. You jump at the loud boot-up jingle. You wait for the computer’s screen to turn on. The fans keep whirring, the screen stays dark. You keep waiting. Nothing. Left with your thoughts you begin to worry about being caught once again. Should you just turn the computer off and leave?

You turn the computer off and leave. You brush it off as one of the science teachers here late working.

You wait a little longer. Suddenly a password entry appears.

You can’t think of any passwords right now. You turn the computer off and leave.

metadata: password

You turn the corner. The janitor lays in front of you in a pool of his own blood. His head a few feet away slightly rocking back and forth. His eyes lifeless and empty. It all comes rushing back to you. You aren’t safe.

You hear footsteps down the hall.

You turn right. You start to slow down to catch your breath. As you slow down, you realize you can’t hear footsteps behind you any longer. But you still need to find a way out. You keep moving.

You turn left. You start to slow down to catch your breath. As you slow down, you realize you can’t hear footsteps behind you any longer. But you still need to find a way out. You keep moving.

You turn left and keep running. You glance around to figure out where you are. The lockers seem to be growing shorter. You slow down and look around. You can’t hear footsteps following you anymore. You notice lockers upside down. Lockers with no doors. Lockers missing entirely. You come across a classroom with no door.

You walk inside the classroom. You look around the room. Desks are toppled over, chairs are on the ceiling, books are suspended in the air, posters are illegible. What’s going on? Your head starts to hurt.

You leave the classroom. As you walk away, your headache fades. As you exit the room you stop and look around. You look back at the classroom. The door is gone.

You turn around and go back the way you came. Thinking about what you just saw, you look back at the lockers behind you. They look like normal. You must’ve just been too tired from all the running.

You keep walking anyway. Eventually you’ll get somewhere. As you walk you look around. You can’t figure out where you are. You don’t remember the halls being this long. As your thoughts begin to spiral you suddenly trip over something in front of you, landing face first on the ground. You rub your eyes and look up. Flinching at the light as your eyes adjust you look around. You’re back in the hall outside your classroom.

You keep running into the darkness hoping to lose what follows you. You run and run. Darkness surrounds you. You glance back and can’t see the light. You slow down to a walk. At least you think so, nothing around you is moving. Are you walking at all?

You take a left. The hallway in front of you is dark. Darker than anything you’ve seen before. You should <span class="white">go back.

You turn around and start running the other way. The halls are lined with classroom doors and lockers again. You glance behind you, the darkness is gone.

As you turn down the hallway, you run right into a familiar face. Your history teacher.

She pauses for a second before walking again.

“Dead? You must have just seen something sweetie. He is known to take long naps after all! Don’t you remember?”

She pauses for a second.

“Ah! This way. Sorry, this place feels like a maze sometimes. I’m taking you to my car outside. I’ll drive you home if you don’t want to walk!”

She checks her watch.

“It’s nearly midnight. Way too late for you to be up. You do have a test tomorrow after all.”

She pauses for a second.

“Ah! This way. Sorry, this place feels like a maze sometimes. I’m taking you to my car outside. I’ll drive you home if you don’t want to walk!”

She pauses for a second before walking again.

“Dead? You must have just seen something sweetie. He is known to take long naps after all! Don’t you remember?”

She turns the corner.

“I'm taking you home.”

She pauses for a second before walking again.

“Dead? You must have just seen something sweetie. He is known to take long naps after all! Don’t you remember?”

She checks her watch.

“It’s nearly midnight. Way too late for you to be up. You do have a test tomorrow after all.

Your teacher looks at you, taking a second to gather her thoughts before speaking.

“Ben! Where’s the fire? You shouldn’t be here this late... Are you okay? Let’s get you home. Follow me honey."

“Almost midnight.”

She says without missing a beat. She keeps walking.

You walk towards the windows. It’s dark out, so dark you can barely see outside past a few feet. Wondering what time it could be, you glance at your watch. Crap, battery must be dead.

You walk over to the teacher’s desk. Your teacher’s bag is still there, she did have to deal with a lot of rowdy students that day, so it makes sense to have gotten out as fast as she could. There isn't anything else of note besides a photo of her turtle.

You get up from your desk, taking your bag with you. You look around the classroom, only illuminated by the moonlight. It's unsettling, seeing it this quiet for once.

You leave. The computer room isn’t worth all the trouble.

You’re already here after school hours, you don’t want to be caught in the computer lab too. You leave.

You walk to the computer room. You cup your hands around your eyes and press up against the window to see inside. Rows of desktop computers on long tables span the room. You step back and glance at the door. Typically it’s locked, but it looks like the handle had been kicked off.

You look into the mirror and see....

The same old you.

You quickly jump into a nearby locker. It’s a lot less spacious than you remember.
You hear faint footsteps.

You continue to stay in the locker. A photo of someone's sweetheart stares back at you. The footsteps draw closer.

You’re still in the locker. You hope that smell is just a rotten sandwich. The footsteps pass you.

You’re still in the locker. You hear a noise behind the door. You crouch down and slightly open the door to peek outside. You cover your mouth to stop yourself from making a noise. You freeze. You wait until the dragging grows faint. You quietly slide out of the locker. The door swings shut with a loud slam that echoes through the halls. The sound of dragging stops.

You turn left and keep running. You start breathing heavy, you’re tired, but not too tired to stop.

You stop. You realize you can’t hear any footsteps following you anymore. Its silent. Too Silent. While catching your breath you hear your breathing echo into the darkness. Where are you? The echoes grow louder as your breaths morph into screams. Louder and louder, the sound grows ear-piercing. You rush to cover your ears, squeezing your head as tight as possible, closing your eyes. Suddenly it stops. Silence again. You open your eyes and look up. Flinching at the light as your eyes adjust you look around. You’re back in the hall outside your classroom.

You can’t hear the footsteps anymore. You guess you outran it. You get up and keep moving. You still have to find your way out somehow.

You keep moving. You still have to find your way out somehow. Still no footsteps. You guess you outran it.

She pauses for a second before walking again.

“Dead? You must have just seen something sweetie. He is known to take long naps after all! Don’t you remember?”

You turn to the hallway. Your teacher stops in her tracks. She stares straight ahead, fear fills her eyes as she pushes you behind her.

“Don’t move.” She says sternly.

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She turns the corner.

“I'm taking you home.”

“Almost midnight.”

She says without missing a beat. She keeps walking.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Ben, if you can still understand me. I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. You won't be forgotten.

The connection seems to be closing. I don’t know if anyone can hear me. If you can, I have only this message.

I know what you’re doing.

I know you are out there. I don’t know if you’re receiving this, but I know that you have something to do with this.

I will find everything you have done, and have yet to do.

I will fight until I die for those you have yet to find.

The computer abruptly shuts off. You turn around to leave, almost involuntarily

You walk towards the exit. You look into each classroom as you walk by. They all look identical, yet unfamiliar. Where are you?